#this idea was vvvv random

[youremyheaven]

BTS & Their Possible Rising Signs (Vedic Edition)

Jungkook

im starting with jk bc im most certain of his rising sign and my estimate is that he's a bharani rising, which will make him a tropical taurus asc. jungkook gives me strong venusian energy, so my only other guess is for him to be a libra rising but i think its more unlikely.

if you listen to any of jungkook's solo music, he talks about missing his lover, yearning for them and being afraid of losing them, death is frequently addressed in them as well. jungkook has also mentioned several times about how he believes he'll hear bells when he meets his soulmate. tl;dr boy is obsessed with love, uniting with his soulmate etc. if you've watched claire nakti's nakshatra exploration videos, you'll know that these are major bharani themes.

i mean just look at the lyrics of stay alive or still with you. assuming that he's bharani rising, his birth time would be around 12 pm, and this would give him a 5h & 6h stellium, which just makes a lot of sense to me, since jk is known to be vvvv hardworking & is prone to workaholism.

IF he is bharani rising, then his asc would be conjunct namjoon's bharani ketu and considering the fact that jk has openly said he only joined bighit bc of joon & was inspired by him etc, it makes a lot of sense for them to have asc conjunct ketu synastry. ketu is the lowest point but its also where creativity is born, so jk was inspired by joon bc joon embodied the kind of creativity that jk wanted to project.

2. Yoongi

this will be short bc its a more simplistic take but man's gotta have a cat yoni right? i mean after a bazillion cat memes about him and his obvious physical resemblance to a feline. it makes sense for him to have a cat yoni asc. i dont think its ashlesha bc he does not give tropical leo vibes. but i think him being punarvasu rising makes a lot of sense, bc then he'd be a tropical cancer asc & sidereal gemini. he's so domestic and has 9398474 random hobbies and is so sensitive and intelligent. its def giving punarvasu to me.

bonus: this would mean that his asc is conjunct namjoon's punarvasu mars and that makes a lot of sense given how they've mentioned they used to argue a lot predebut etc but suga looks up to joon and he's mentioned it as well. there is a lot of respect between the two.

3. Namjoon

everybody says that joon is a scorpio rising and i agree lol. i cant see him as anything else. i think he's a swati rising, bc then he'd have a swati stellium (asc, venus & jupiter). he has a rakshasa gana moon and its rlly hard for someone with major rakshasa gana placements to gain public love bc its the kind of placement that makes ppl see u as a villain. so him having a swati stellium (swati= deva gana) makes sense bc he's seen as a precious angel, which is peak deva gana energy. he's vv well balanced for someone with so much rahu energy tho.

4. Jimin

he's pretty much confirmed tropical cancer rising and he'd be pushya asc in vedic. i mean this is sooo obvious, like look at his face, look at those lips, if thats not giving pushya idk what is.

now here are the members i have no idea about:

5. Jin

he gives aries asc vibes. def not an air or water sign asc. mayyybe a capricorn asc??? he could be ubp moon & asc. i strongly suspect that he has lunar influence, im ruling out rohini or hasta bc he does not give those vibes, however if he's cap rising, then he could be shravana asc & that could explain it.

6. Taehyung

i have no idea, i dont even know how to guess. maybe gemini asc. that could explain his duality. so mrigashira asc i guess??? serpent yoni could explain his charm and sway lol

7. Hobi

im inclined to think hobi is aries asc too but i dont see him as revati, ubp or aswini

an air sign or fire sign asc for sure tho

he's krittika moon and maybe he's krittika asc too??? who knows

[atomgecko]

Hey! I was wondering what brushes you use for Procreate, your art is vvvv nice and I hope you have a good day!!

Sorry i only see this now ;;

I took a picture of my own personnal brushpack to give you a visual idea, unfortunately more than half of them are random base brushes i've tweaked 648 times until it feels right 😭, so they all got different pressure, opacity, and "feel" etc. than the base brushes

My main brush that i use for sketching, lineart and shading is a pencil brush (forgot what the original one is called) with a double-ended tip? If it makes sense 😭

To apply colors I use the "syrup" brush but i've changed the tip to a rectangular/oval one instead of a round one, so its kinda blocky

And besides those two i also use all the other ones shown in the pics for like. Rendering or tonlaie drawings a but more interesting to look at ;v;

Hope this helps a bit!! Im sorryyyy

[itsjaywalkers]

hi baby <3 i hope you're resting well!

2, 12, 22, and 49 for the writing ask pls <33

hi my love!! i am, don't even worry <33

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

i don't even know myself tbh.. i usually take inspiration from every piece of media i consume, like music or novels or films. but other times i just . get a random idea, or a piece of dialogue, or come up with a very specific scene while i'm doing something (it often happens while at work which is a NIGHTMARE) and even tho some of those end up being scratched, others do turn into proper fic ideas <3

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

always!! it's the best way to avoid writer's block!! and also i just like planning, and i need to know how a story's gonna end before i start writing it

and honestly it depends!! the outline for making ghosts + the fucked up road trip fic are both super detailed and vvvv long, but the ones for oby and nothing happens are . more of a bulleted list . brief and straight to the point

i do tend to stray from them often and quite far.. but that's NOT my fault, it's my characters'!!! still, the foundations of an idea usually stay the same, as well as the ending once i've decided on one

22. Do you title your fics before before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

usually after, although there've been a couple of instances of it happening during (making ghosts, nothing happens) and once before (all the violence)

and i've no idea lmao. sometimes i use song lyrics, bc it's easy and u can always find the perfect one for a story, but other times i dig deeper and come up with them myself after . thinking and brainrotting a lot about a story (this one doesn't happen as often tho </3). in general, i try to choose Good titles, i want them to feel and sound right, and to fit the fic as much as possible

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as writer?

now that it's posted, it's definitely nothing happens. the fact that it was meant for me and my eyes only says enough, but it just . comes very easy to me, and it's the story i enjoy writing the most rn

but also, and once i start posting it, the fucked up road trip fic. it's a complicated story and i don't know if i'm skilled enough for it, but i'm gonna give it a try, and push my writing as far as it can go and more. besides, it's horror, which is my brand and one of my fav things in the world so <333

fanfic writing asks

[chuluoyi]

Chu!!! Random qn but any idea wat happened to disco anon?? I think she's been offline for vvvv long 💀

ah right🥹 i’m still waiting for her too! i think she’s busy due to exams🥹

[earthtooz]

ok so, i thought i was done talking about 'kiss me' in the tags but apparently I AM NOT

(also it might be my the first time in your inbox so hi! :))

first of all, the way you wrote the kissing scenes was SO GOOD. I said it in the tags but writing it in a way that is descriptive enough to let the reader know what's going on, but not too much to take the momentum out of it is a task i have yet to master, but you did it so well!

I'm also always a sucker for the whole - oh well if we don't want to be discovered i guess we just HAVE to make out as a cover -wait why is this kind of good and WHY is my heart beating so fast? -

the kiss behind the ear was also a personal favourite (and the hand kiss with eye contact?! the sluttiest thing a regency era man can do, abut it works WONDERFULLY well in this context)

i also really like that you didn't make the insecurity about the way the character looked in general, bit rather about how the outfit looked on them!

i hope you have a good day!

#i tried looking up when handkisses became a thing but couldnt find any concrete dates idk if regency era is correct SORRY

HELP, PLS CONTINUE, I AM ENABLING U IN UR RAMBLES !!!

(also, hi!! welcome to my inbox :D hope u had a lovely time typing up this ask!) i'm going to put a read more for this post bc it's gonna be rly long and i don't wanna block up ppl's dashes more than i already do <3

THANK YOU!!!!!!!! ugh your reassurance that i had a good balance of emotional and descriptive blurbs is really gratifying because u know what i spent majority of my time doing. PANICKING IF I WAS GOING TOO OVERBOARD ON THE DESCRIPTION OR EMOTION?!??!?! i also spent a good time pondering my word choice so the fact that you can read it clearly and it's not a bother makes me vvvv relieved.

YES the first kiss- imma be honest i had NO idea why i got the inclination to start a damn fic like that but hey, i did, and nothing could stop me ig. the kiss behind the ear was personal, i have to agree bc it... was really personal for me... it was for me okay... i wrote that part for myself... and the hand kissing part, hand kisses are my fav.

and (grown-up) bakugou is a slut so indeed, i had to make him do the, as you said: SLUTTY REGENCY MAN THING. but thank u! i'm glad u liked how i incorporated it!!!

the insecurity part was something i had to tread really lightly because i really didn't want to make it sound like reader was criticising aspects of themselves that might make it personal for a lot of people. the last thing i want is for people to feel uncomfortable with my fic, and more important, uncomfortable in their own body bc everyone is genuinely gorgeous - unless you're mean and have an ugly heart then... not so much. also since i write gn!readers, i also need to be careful about how i'm talking about the outfit so that anyone who reads it can put their own perceptions on it 😭 i don't want m!readers to read that they're wearing a dress and grow uncomfortable during the fic- that's my worst nightmare 😭 so in short: i'm glad that the whole outfit scene reached across as how you perceived it; a comment on the outfit rather than the person!

thank you for popping into my inbox, friend. feel free to talk to me again, no matter if it's just random bs you'd like to say, i'm open to hear (almost) everything- esp since you're so nice 😣😣😣😣😣 you have a lovely day too!!!!!

[hwangskz]

k thanks bye | bookstore customer! felix

• u studied at a school where reading gore and violent comics termed u as something similar to that

• yk like how a murderer would like to know more about murders and killing techniques so they read a book which is vvv violent? ye everyone had that mentality

• and then u were there who always thought what if murderers were actually reading my little pony comics inside them to hide their duality hhhh

• well that was one of the many ways to hide the fact that u read stuff like that too

• NO NOT MY LITTLE PONY CONTENT JESUS CHRIST

• so u were in the middle of hiding ur face and going to the bookstore

• when u entered it u felt aLIVE

• "now i'll finally get to read these babies ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉ"

• so u hid ur face and went till the corner when u found the section that u had been looking for

• "GRAPHIC COMICS!!!"

• so u slowly slid down ur mask and reached for the book on the middle shelf

• bUT

• "????"

• ur hand brushed with someone else's so u looked at them

• "um excuse me,, i reached out for this first"

• even though he was kind u were nOT GOING TO LOSE (۶•ᄇ•́)۶

• "yeah but i came here fIRST so it's mINE NOW"

• u tried to tug on it but the guy kePT PULLING IT TOWARDS HIM

• "wow ok that was rude but i nEED TO READ IT TODAY PLS"

• "SO DO I!!!"

• u both paused for a moment before tugging on the book and yelling so loud that the manager had to LITERALLY snatcH the book away from u two to stop the fight smh

• u only put ur mask on and left the store after scoffing at him

• next day,,, while u were taking ur breakfast in the cafeteria, u suddenly hear two male voices (ONE VERY FAMILIAR) speaking to each other behind u

• "yeah and when i asked her POLITELY to give it to me, she sTARTED TUGGING ON IT LIKE WHAT NO I WANT TO READ IT DON'T U UNDERSTAND"

• u were 1982626% sure that it was the guy from the bookstore that u had a fight with yesterday

• and u avoided eVERY way to ignore him but ur plan was ruined by ur friend who tapped ur shoulder only to make u turn around

• and u almost forgot about him until ur friend left and u were about to turn back bUT UR EYES MET

• and he INSTANTLY KNEW WHO U WERE

• but before he could approach u or smthg u quickly bOLTED AWAY

• few days later, when u had fINALLY decided to visit the bookstore again (and since u two hadn't met at the school ever since)

• u walked in to see a new collection of books stacked right beside the ones that u are so fond of

• u picked one of them and started reading it cause why not

• fast forward to an hour and u had already decided tHIS is THE best book u have eVER read

• AND IT'S NOT EVEN A COMIC CAN U IMAGINE

• "this is it, chief."

• u really wanted to buy the book but when u saw the price,,,,,

• "yeah i guess i can live without this book,,,,"

• u ended up coming every day to finish this book because !!! this book !!! was eNORMOUS OK

• one day while u were reading ur books somebody lightly tapped ur shoulder and when u looked above

• there he was,, the guy who u had been running away from

• u really wanted to go away but hE HAD U CORNERED SHSHSG

• "hi,, look i know u have been probably running away from me because of that incident here,,, but i just came to apologise i guess,,, my inner fanboy just came out,,, you know?"

• u couldn't help but stare at the boy in disbelief

• THIS BOY

• WHOM U HAD BEEN RUNNING AWAY FROM FOR 3 DAYS

• SO THAT HE DOESN'T EXPOSE U

• IS ACTUALLY SUCH AN UWU AND NOT A BITCH LIKE U THOUGHT WTF

• "and if u had been running away because of the judging looks and comments from the people at school...guess we really aren't that different, right?"

• I WOULD BE LYING IF I SAID UR HEART WASN'T MELTING

• u lightly chuckled at his words and skdg

• I WOULD BE LYING AGAIN IF I SAID THAT NOW U AREN'T MELTING H I S HEART

• ",,,,do u mind if i sit here?"

• "o-oh,, yeah sure"

• u made space beside u so that he could sit with u

• there was an awkward silence surrounding u two before he broke the ice

• "i'm felix btw,,,"

• "i'm y/n.." - u say as u smile at him and take away that last tiny bit of his heart with u again

• that day u brought out ur inner fangirl/fanboy and u felt so ???? relieved???

• like the huGE knot from ur chest was gone and u could actually bREATHE

• needless to say, u and felix became best freinds

• u would go to the bookstore to read the book (that u couldn't afford) and after an hour or so, felix would come to the graphic comics section to read the newest edition or re-read the old ones with u

• he would usually go to ur house too and dAMN u are one huge of a fan hhhhh

• "wow ok my bank account can't relate"

• "same lmao"

• "y/n u bought this,, plus did u really just say lmao oUT LOUD HHHH"

• so one day (like everyday) u walked into the bookstore an hour earlier before felix to read the book

• but today it was gone ??? it just wASNT THERE

• and THAT SHIT TENSED U OK

• well until u had heard felix talking behind u

• "searching for this?"

• he held up the book and it was ?? wrapped up ??

• u kinda wanted to ask him about it before u could,, he just shoVED the book in ur face and was like

• "i bought it for u"

• KSSVJSHSHW EXCUSE ET MOI LE BICHÉ WTF

• U WANTED TO SCREAM BUT UR VOICE ??? WAS G O N E

• UGH THE POWER OF LEE FELIX

• "HOW WHAT" - u, whisper-shouting at him

• "i saw u reading these everyday but not buying it so,,, i did it for u"

• u legit surprised him when u hugged him

• i mean yeah sure hugs and cuddles were common with u two

• but today felix just felt so weird in his stomach like someone had let loose all the animals in his stomach

• so he pulled away

• and looked at u

• ",,,hey y/n?"

• "yeah?"

• "can u look for a chit in there" - felix, pointing at the book in ur hands

• u searched for a piece of paper until u dID find one and u held it up in front of him

• u could swear he was holding his breath

• "what's this...?"

• "open it."

• u opened it to find a small message written from him to u

• "hey uh...y/n...i know this must be very very... weird for u...since we met like 2 months ago or something...but from that moment on, when i saw u in school, i didn't feel alone anymore, you know? it felt like i could take all of those judgments when i'm with you..but that's what my brain told me.

but right now? my heart has confirmed the message to be true. this is vERY CLICHÉ OK BUT,,,, i really like you. like alot. i hope u won't be ignoring me again >:((

k thanks bye - felix."

• u looked up from the chit to see felix extremely red

• "felix?"

• "yeah?"

• u kissed his cheek and as u pulled away, his eyes were widened and his entire face was bRIGHT RED

• "i will never ignore u again."

[bound-vivisection]

v random but i love a good fic where steve has an oral fixation/obsession w having eddie’s fingers/cock stuffed in his mouth<333 like mmhmm it makes him feel like he Belongs to eddie n it’s vvvv important to me

You guys are really feeding me.

Trust me I’m going to be playing around with Steve’s oral fixation, both in a sexual and nonsexual sense. I’m also going to be filing this into hand kink because lord knows our boy drools over the idea of Eddie sliding those fingers into his mouth as well as other places. 👀

[sora-suna-rin]

hi^^ i saw that requests were open and you were also obsessed with encanto atm so i thought id give a request a shot:) since im a vvvv indecisive person ill just toss out 2 ideas and you can pick whichever you prefer? not really sure how this works but goin with the flow lmao

1. fluff!! bruno x male reader (or gender neutral reader) where dolores overhears one of them (bruno or reader) talking to themselves about how much they like the other and want to confess etc but have no clue how to, so dolores comes up with a plan (maybe involving the other grandkids) to get them to confess^^ ik its a common trope but i love it so

2. not fluff.. nsfw... bruno x male reader on this one too. im not sure how the plot would work (if there is any) but one where bruno is a little shy and ends up grinding on reader('s thigh?) to get off maybe with some themes of overstimulation tossed in?

and for both i kinda headcanon that bruno's eyes glow green when he feels really intense emotions so maybe incorporate that if possible? yeppp

again, dont write it if you dont feel up to my ideas! always write what you want^^ and ty:D

Hello lovely person!

A/n: So my original plan was to write both, since my ask box is kinda empty... but I don't know how to write it. Sorry. But thank you for this ask! And I did gender neutral reader cause yes. I also wrote this while like half asleep(still am) so I hope you enjoy!

Bruno X gender neutral reader

Vocab: nibling is the gender neutral term for niece/nephew

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Secrets to be told

Night dawned on the magical house as the Madrigal family finished cleaning up from dinner, everyone going back to their rooms or other activities. It was normal for the youngest triplet of the Madrigals to head up to his room after dinner to check on his rats and give them some food as well. But, unlike always, his reason was a bit different. He sighed heavily upon reaching his door, the sound of a few rats scattering around filled the air. He walked in and took an arepa from his pocket, handing it to his rats as he plopped himself on his bed with another sigh. He looked over at his rat friends as a warm smile crept on his lips. "If only…"

From not too far away, Dolores halted her movements abruptly. "What's wrong?" Mirabel asked. Camilo, Mirabel, Isa, and Dolores were all hanging out in the nursery, talking about random things they didn't have time to talk about at dinner. 

"It's Tio Bruno… he's- talking to himself?" She questioned herself. Each gave a questioning gaze, watching as Dolores tried to catch what his mumbling.

"Well? What's he saying?" Camilo asked, their patience to know began fading. Dolores eyes went wide, her mouth agape with a light gasp

"If only I could tell you…," Dolores began to repeat. "The way your eyes sparkle, the way you smile at every joke I make. Or the way you watch my telenovelas so intently, almost more than Dolores, which is saying something… " she frowned a bit,, continuing to listen. "Just wish you could know... I wish I had the guts to tell you…" Dolores blinked a bit, smiling brightly. "Tío Bruno has a crush!" She quietly squealed, the rest of her cousins grinning widely. They were all happy to see Bruno finally find someone that makes him feel things that can only be described as love. The small celebration was taken aback when a voice cut through.

"Wait-" Mirabel cut in. "Didn't he also say he didn't have the guts to ask them out?" She asked, gaining a nod from her other cousins. Isabela gasped, attention turned to her.

"What if we help him? You know, get his person of his desires." She suggested.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be such a bad idea." Camilo added, the rest of their cousins nodding as they all began to plan.

Back up in Brunos tower, however, was less eventful. He watched his rats perform shows(just them running around aimlessly on a makeshift stage) that usually turned up his mood, but his thoughts still lingered to his person of interest, Y/n. Y/n was definitely an interesting person, coming off as strange at the first glance. They tended to stay quiet and kept together, but were anything but that. Chaotic might be a way to put it, but loving was how Bruno saw it. He loved to look into their eyes and have his rats perform for them. The way they lit up seeing him made his day, or the way they rambled on about random things. He could go on and on about his person of interest, but his thoughts were cut short by a knock. He got up and opened the door to reveal Camilo with a unreasonably big smile. "Camilo? Is something wrong?" He asked his nibling with a confused look. Camilo shook his head.

"No, don't worry Tío. I just need to show you something." They said. Bruno raised an eyebrow out of confusion, following the teen out of his room and Casita.

"Where are we going?" He asked as he looked around. It looked like they were around a secluded part of the river, which wasn't usually seen by wanderers.  Camilo didn't answer, only continued to walk up to Isa and Mirabel. They joined them with a bunch of smiles plastered on their faces. "What's going on?" He asked and Isa shoved a small bouquet in his hands.

"We're helping you out." Isa said, slipping behind Mirabel, her smile still remained. Camilo began to push him forward a bit before returning to a halt. Bruno stood confusingly as two figures approached. He squinted, trying to make out who was approaching them. Once the figures came into the light he flushed red with fear, he knew what his niblings had been up to. 

"Hi Bruno!" The voice is soft and sweet, making Bruno's heart flutter. "Dolores told me that you needed to tell me something?" They ask.

"Uh- I-I…" He began looking around nervously. Isa cleared her throat, catching his attention.

"Give them the flowers." She whispered to him, in which he complied. 

"T-this is for you. I thought you'd like them." He mutters. Y/n smile and take them from him, a blush and smile occupied their face.

"Thank you Bruno! They're lovely." They said, admiring the flowers. Bruno stood there awkwardly as silence once filled the air again. 

"Ahem," Mirabel now took the time to catch Bruno's attention. "Ask them." She whispered a bit too loudly.

"You wanna ask me something? Y/n asked like a curious puppy. Brunos heart melted at their questioning figure, all worry leaving him.

"Um, well…" He began for a short bit. "W-well, I was wondering if you wanted too…" He cut himself off again. They kept giving him the same worried look.

"Come on, you can do it." Dolores silently cheered, giving him the power to build up all the confidence he had and just say it. 

"YNIREALLYLIKEYOUWANDWANNAGOONSDATE." Or yell… it seemed to have worked though. Their smile turned into a soft one, the moonlight hitting perfectly against their glowing energy. 

"I'd love to, Bruno." It was the happiest of Bruno's life, and the first of many plans for the Madrigal kids. For their uncle was troubling with love, and he just got on a long Rollercoaster...

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And that's the end! I hope it's not too bad. I was like half asleep when I wrote this, and haven't read over it. Please comment any feedback. Thank you for reading!

[melodythebunny]

mini Q and A??? ig

sooooo i've been off mostly and literally didn't check my inbox the whole time I've been away. so whoever sent these sorry for the late replies and @drtwobrains @professor-boxleitner I'm just gonna tag you guys on this post bc there are some questions referring to your ocs asks and answers below VVVV

hehe thanks! ^^ random idea between friends and I bc we all had cat themed ocs i tried to mimic the wordgirl art style as best as I could. brush sizes are really important with the style in my opinion.

Do you guys really want an answer to that/jjjjj just look at this episode: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFsaGbhWUsk

chuck set him up-/j

carrie is offended u-u

:3

yeparoski! These kitties got claws and aint afraid to use them.

if your referring to us the oc creators....i can't remember... we sorta tossed the idea around. dunno if we'll do anything with it??? but maybe ;p

hmm dunno, gotta ask @drtwobrains and @professor-boxleitner about their ocs. but ik the general point of the au is that Bad guys are Good guys and Good are bad? @kurixta as for carrie yep...

hmmmmm dunno?? i can see either copycat or chesire being the leader. (they do probably quarrel over it sometimes....)

copycat can mimic other people tho there are some 'flaws' like the fact she cant stop making her trademark :3 face carrie just give ppl bad luck (cuz black cats and luck-) not always intentional but it can happen at random. cant remember chesire's tho-

coincidence.....? or maybe not??

pffttt- maybe in some random alternate universe- XD https://melodythebunny.tumblr.com/post/689960311250386944/guys-found-copycats-origin-story

but the fusion idea was a joke.

OMG YOUR RIGHT- @katthefantasy

@drtwobrains -insert that spiderman meme-

pretty much already a team up. got there cat gals committing crimes for fun

[dreamsy990]

wof au stufff

more wof au content, now ft gaster + shadow crystal lore

the text (with a bit of rewording):

pg 1:

Shadow Crystals are shards of an ancient animus-touched mirror that was destroyed several hundred years ago, with its pieces shattered across the continent. What the original enchantment was is still unknown, however popular theories have surfaced in recent years- most notably, that it shows the truth, that it shows lies, and that it will show what will drive the holder insane. It’s believes that the original mirror was made by a Nightwing animus named W.D. Gaster. What purpose the mirror was created for or why it was destroyed is lost to time.

pg 2:

Contrary to popular belief nowadays, W.D. Gaster was not a malicious or selfish dragon. He was one of the most respected Nightwing scientists of all time, advancing technology far beyond what was believed possible without even using his magic.

The most notable achievement of Gaster was his advances in the study of animus magic. Hatched with this very gift, he performed experiments on himself to push magic to its very limit. He was in the process of writing a scroll that explained the quirks and mechanics of animus magic in depth, due to be published within a few months, when he disappeared.

Not much is known about what happened to Gaster the night of his disappearance. He was simply gone, as if shattered across time and space. Numerous theories have been crafted about the whereabouts of W.D. Gaster. Some believe he moved to settle in a quiet town after the stress of his duties wore him down. Others think the damage to his soul- a common superstition about animus magic being that overuse would damage your very being- led him to the verge of insanity, and he has been in hiding for years. Some even believe his experiments have somehow shattered him across time and space- although, the likelihood of that being true is almost none. Most definitely, Gaster simply died and was never found, perhaps assassinated by someone fearful of how his inventions might change society.

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random thought i had as i was writing this,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, dragons canonically have souls in wof. or at least they have some sort of approximation of them similar to the idea of it being “the culmination of your being” like in undertale, since they believe itll be damaged by magic. who knows maybe 

anyways if yall want more deltarune wof au stuff uh,,,,,,,,,, i really like this au. a lot. its super fun to write abt and like its vvvv fun combining my two favorite things into one thing its cool

so like,,,, wof au stuff anyone????????? aNYONE??///

[twstoric]

this game of ours

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: Request: Fem!Dom reader// They notice Rook's been very... /attentive/ to them lately. When they realize he's been half stalking them in his infatuation, they turn the tables on him and suddenly, /he's/ the prey and doesn't realize until they have him /pinned/ against a tree, a good ways from the main building, teasing him into a begging mess for more with just their words and a few good touches. (teasing, begging, outdoor bangin) 

𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅: Oh the requests are open 👀. Could I ask for some really rough nsfw w Mr Rook? It's consensual ofc, but like.. I wanna fuck this man so bad-

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: rook hunt x f!reader

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: The prized hunter of a distant land is known to be quite eccentric in his methods when cornering prey but to the misfortune or perhaps fortune of so called hunter, his next target is you

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘(𝕤): KINGDOM AU KINGDOM AU KINGDOM AUー stalking (mentions), obsessive behaviours, servant!reader, hunter!rook, may-or-may-not be set in twst universe, dom!reader, use of weapons (self-defence), semi-public sex, riding, light hair-pulling, biting (minor)

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 2.9k

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: i love rook very very very very vvvv much and these requests resonated with my soul unfortunately so here we are 😔

Over the peak of the highest snowy mountain, beware of a forest shrouded in white. The eerie silence may just freeze your lonely heart. 

Up the river flowing with heavy streams, beware of the shards of crystals hanging from the trees. The air may waver your soul.

Close to the hill, far from the trees, layered under thick powder of snow, the Castle of Beauty greets but does not welcome. 

In the territory of pure colour lingered with sinful desires, you may want to watch your back. 

For you could be the next prey to fall in these lands.

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Part of the first things you’ve found since working in the walls of decorated perfection, the outfits you’re equipped with is not helpful against the weather. It's a complicated piece with too many knots and loops to efficiently get into first thing before the sun rises but it’s a custom; the silent law when you work in the very palace you’re in.

The wind isn’t kind that morning. Carrying snow into your hair and each puff of breath you let out crystalizes in front of you. For such a land only painted with white as far as the eyes can see, the Queen is very strict when it comes to tending to the gardens. 

Along with the few handful servants tending to the growing flowers, you busy yourself with cutting the stray leaves growing over the symmetrically cut bush. The freezing air threatens to freeze your lungs as you work steadily through each bush. Behind you, a servant lets out a loud gasp. 

"M- Master Rook…”

You pause at the name, mind blanking for a moment before you snap back to the loud laughter of the infamous hunter behind you. “Such formalities you’re saying!” He hums and you continue cutting the leaves. “Is my Queen in the chambers?” 

A chorus of flustered confirmation greets your ears as you blow the top of the bush. You hear another round of shy pleasantries from the other servants, the hunter among them amusing their chatters. 

Feeling satisfied with your work, you wipe your hand down your dress, somehow clammy from the cold air. You straighten up, snow crunching under your shoe as you turn aroundー only to be met with the chest clad in dark fabric and you jerk your hand back in panic. 

The pruner in your hands risks injuring the man in front of you before you back off in a hurry, hands held high to make sure you won’t swing it in another dangerous direction. 

Your heart pounds in your chest from the near miss, blood running colder not from the temperature at the prospect of hurting someoneーlet alone a prized hunter of this kingdom. “M- Master Rook,” you call out timidly, the air stilling and nervous glances directed at you when you force yourself to look him in the eyes. “I apologise. I wasn’t.. I didn’t hear you come near me- My deepest apologies!” You hurry to bow your head but an amused chuckle greets your trepidation. 

You feel fingers grasp your shoulder before trailing down your arm and the smooth glide of gloved fingers grasping your fingers, easing the tight hold you have on your gardening tool. Rook takes the small device away, clasping it between his hands and trailing a finger over the exposed blade with a sweet smile. 

“You have very fast reflexes, madame.” He murmurs softly, voice carried by the wind only for you to hear. There’s a glint of something you’re not familiar with when Rook shifts his eyes to look at you, a smile twisting his lips. Just as the expression settles on his face, it’s instantly replaced with a bright smile. “Do be careful next time! It would be a shame if you were to hurt these beautiful hands.” He takes your hand as he speaks, placing the pruner back in your hands.

You’re unable to say anything as he takes a step back, lifting his hat and giving you a bow. “Then if you would excuse me.”

You don’t see him again for the rest of the day.

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Seeing Rook Hunt is perhaps akin to observing the steady trickle of water into a pot. You’re fully aware the goal is to fill that small container but because of the irrational pace, it stays in the back of your mind until the water eventually overflows from being left alone too long. 

You’re fully aware of his presence but waiting to see him is unnecessaryー nothing will change if you keep waiting but when you finally look for him again, his presence can be overwhelming. 

The guilt is present in the back of your mind from the near accident; a proper apology feeling like the only remedy to your nagging feeling. But being the trusted aid to the Queen, he doesn’t hang around the castle for long; going in and out like the changing seasons. You find yourself always thinking about a way to properly apologise and… a little curious to the expression he was wearing. 

You don;t think you’ve ever seen someone look so noticed with such a sharp object beforeーmaybe hunters think differently about weapons..?

At the start, your mind would only shift back to the blond whenever you weren’t busy but lately… you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. As if his mere existence has taken a spot inside your head and made itself comfortable to plague your dreams. What used to be the few fleeting thoughts turn to lingering ideas; somehow always imagining his presence near you. 

It feels like you can’t see him when he’s there but you can’t exactly.. dictate yourself for being paranoid when the reason the garden accident happened was because you couldn’t feel him sneak up on you either. 

You pause.

Thinking back on the matter, it feels as though… you really can’t tell his presence when he’s around. The garden wasn’t even the first time. Suddenly the thought of all the times he’s walked near you without you noticing race in your head like a poorly timed cut scene. A shiver runs down your spine.

No one knows when Rook will return from his hunts. He’ll leave when ordered but when he’ll return is always random.

Your hand tightens on the basket you’re holding. There’s the rush of fear in your chest when you hurry outside. You need to confirm something. 

The outside isn’t as colder as it normally is (fortunately) and you hurry yourself towards the river a little further in the woods. The air thins the faster you go, basket feeling a lot heavier in your arms despite only filled with sheets. You can’t feel the twitch of your fingers, the only sound registering in your mind is the crunch of snow. 

The familiar view of the old tree bark greets you and you’re running the best you could towards it.

The echo of footsteps follow you until your back presses against the tree and you throw the basket to the side. A small noise of surprise spurs you to round the other side of the tree until you see blond tufts of hair and you lunge at the perpetrator in time to grab the dagger sheathed to his side. 

You breath heavily, trying to steady your breath as you hold onto the blade and point it in front of you. Unlike what you expected, you’re met with a look of confusion. 

“Master Rook,” you breathe, unable to take the silence and lifting the weapon higher when he steps closer in return. Seeing the display, the blond chuckles before a full blown grin stretches his lips and he’s clapping his hand like a spectator watching a performance. 

“Mh, you indeed have fast reflexes don’t you?” The question is phrased like a praising lord to his disciple and you feel unnerved at the smile on his face. 

You step closer, tilting the tip of the blade to his chest. Rook doesn’t move. “Why were you following me?” He stays silent at your inquiry, head tilted as if he’s unaware of your accusations and you dig the tip of his blade to his chest, not enough to touch skin under the thick layer of his coat. “How long have you been following me?”

“Oh?” he inhales, hands held up in surrender but the smile doesn’t leave his face. “I see you’ve noticed. Tell me, since when have your suspicions aroused for you to think it was me?” Rook blinks slowly at you, lashes fluttering against his cheek and glinting with the very same look you’re unable to stop thinking about.

Your fingers tighten on the hilt of the blade, biting down on your bottom lip to hold in your confusion. You almost can’t fathom how this is happening. “Lucky guess,” you settle on instead and you feel your eyes widen when Rook takes your wrist and presses the weapon in your hands against his neck. 

“Do you want revenge, ma chérie?”

As if incited by the look in his eyes, you feel a bubbling annoyance in your chest. He’s playing with you despite always unsettling you and he knows yet chose to turn a blind eye to your comfort. You grab the front of his attire, his eyes blinking in surprise before you’re yanking him roughly and using your weight to push him against the tree. 

Rook’s lips part soundlessly and you don’t allow him to speak when you lean close, lips barely brushing against his. “It would only be fair, wouldn’t it?” Your voice rises in pitch, from excitement or something else you’re not sure but you dig his dagger on the tree against the side of his head with a hard stab. “It’s only fair if your head’s filled with me as much as mine is with you.”

Your lips crash against his afterwards, flinching at the cold touch of his skin but melting soon enough when Rook wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You make a sound of protest, unhooking his arms around you and roughly holding them up on the tree. 

Rook eagerly chases after your lips when you pull away and narrow your eyes at him warningly. He’s smiling when he starts unbuttoning his coat, hands held up against the tree obediently as you work his clothes open. He shivers violently when you push his shirt open, exposing the hard muscle of his chest against winter air but Rook isn’t shivering from the coldーhis excitement for you makes a drunk smile appear on his face. 

“I’ve been watching you for quite awhile,” he sighs blissfully and you hum, moving on to the knots on his pants. “There was.. something about you. I didn’t know what it was but the urge to know everything spurs me to action.” You listen to his confession, impatiently tugging at his pants as Rook leans his head back. “A beautiful flower among a garden of edith. It was almost extinct, ma chérie, to find everything about you.” His voice turns giddy and he bites his lips excitedly when you free his cock, already hard and twitching against cool air.

“You talk a lot, Mister Rook.” Your fingers wrap around the hard flesh, Rook whining at the freezing touch of your finger and you squeeze harder. The small gasp he lets out makes you warm. You steadily jerk his cock, smiling at the crumbling expression on the hunters face. “Mister Rook,” you whisper against his lips, catching his attention. “You’ll get tired from standing up too long. Why don’t you lay down?”

He visible tenses at that, lips pursed in a thin line but the blush on his face is still present when you give another encouraging squeeze. “You want to find everything about me, don’t you? I can be a little mean, you know?” The tone you use breathes an air of innocence and you feel the cock in your hands twitch. You smile. “Just kidding~ You should lay on the sheets in the basket. I’ll clean them up later.” 

You’re thankful the sheets in question were your own. 

Rook complies to your wishes easily, movements rushed when he pulls away from you and folds the sheets into a thick enough layer and pacing it on the ground. You pat his shoulder to get him to lay down and it’s enough for him to sit on, his back leaning against the tree.

There’s a fleeting look of discomfort on his face when he sits down but Rook is instantly reaching out to you. He breaths a string of sentences you don’t understand but it doesn’t seem to matter when you settle yourself on your knees, straddling his legs and Rook waits patiently. 

“You’re very pretty Mister Rook,” you place your hand on the side of his neck, fingers pressing against the back of his ears and Rook leans into your touch. His hands hurriedly bunch your dress over your hips, exposing your legs but you don’t seem to shiver from the cold. Not when you’re focusing on your source of fire in front of you.

“Touch me,” he breaths, bucking his hips up and you see the flicker of frustrations in his eyes when you raise yourself higher. “Mon ange,” his eyes gloss over and you watch, unable to look away, as Rook circles his hips up in slow motion, bottom lip sucked into his mouth. “Won’t you bless me with your touch? I need you. Please, mon chérie.”

It snaps you out of the little game you’re playing and you’re angrily tugging at your undergarments, ripping the soft material but unable to care when you feel frustrated at the power this man holds over you. “You’re so pathetic,” you bite out in irritation, no bite in your words as you grab the base of his cock.

Rook gasps, knees trembling as you press yourself against him. He watches, careful, calculating, burning the image before him in his mind when the head of his dick breaches past your opening and you moan softly, sinking yourself on his cock. 

The tight heat wrapping around him is delicious and Rook feels like crying out from joy. Your hands tangle in his hair, steadying yourself as Rook bottoms out and you take a moment to appreciate the stretch of his cock in your pussy. 

Every little thought melts away in your head and all you can focus on is the press of each rigid vein against your walls rippling pleasure into your blood. You curse softly, finally finding the strength to move and the sound of harsh slap of skin against skin fills your ears when you set a fast pace. 

Rooks fingers tighten around your waist, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as you pleasure yourself on his cock. The tip of his hard length kissing your insides perfectly with each descent. You feel the spreading heat in your stomach, sharp gasps leaving your lips whenever Rook bucks his hips up to meet you. 

His fingers grasp the snow besides him, skin protected by gloves but he can’t focus on the prickling coldness when you tighten around him. A sharp yank to his hair makes him gasp, a loud moan spilling from his lips and you slam your ass down timely, raking a shudder down his spine. 

Rook chants your name like a devoted worshipper and feels the sudden urge to litter his skin with your mark. So you do; lips planting against smooth skin and you bite and suck at every inch you kiss, drawing out whines from the blond. 

His thighs twitch uselessly, feeling the building heat close enough to burst. The small jerk of his head is enough to tell you of his impending orgasm and you grin, trailing your cold fingers on his chest and flicking a pert nipple. Rook’s breath hitches, eyes hazy as you bounce on his lap, movements becoming uncoordinated from your own approaching climax. 

Your hand cups his face gently, contrasting your brutal desperation, and you smile at him as if revealing a glimpse of paradise. “Cum for me,” the whispered command is enough to make Rook tense and he’s cumming with a violent shiver, hips bucked up into you and his hand holds you down as he cums, shooting his seed deep inside you. 

You gasp, coming soon after. Your thighs twitch and jerk, body reduced to a quivering mess as you hug Rook close to you. His face buries into your soft breasts, hands no longer bunching up your dress and letting the material fall over your legs. It almost seems like you’re only sitting on top of him like this. You can still feel his cock inside you.

“Good boy,” you praise and Rook nuzzles closer to you. As if natural, you stroke his head, looking around to see that his hat had fallen off somewhere along the journey of your wild cat and mouse game. “Should we get going, Rook?”

The blond suddenly snaps his head up, wide eyed and looking at you in awe. He mumbles something under his breath, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. Clear excitement with the building pitch in his tone when Rook holds you close, peering up at you with a glint in his eyes. “Mon amour, marry me?”

You blink, lips parting before a blush settles on your skin but rather than from embarrassment, you feel more confused. “Um. W- we’re sorta doing all the wrong steps here, aren’t we?”

He grins in response. 

[descendantofthesparrow]

I put a Spell on you - Harry Hook x Sanderson! Reader - Halloween special one-shot

Halloween Harry Hook x reader

basic version of outfit for reader, can be changed as wished

VVVV 

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Halloween night, 2007, on the isle of the lost.

Young 6-year-old Harry Hook sat in the hull of the jolly roger, pouting to himself as he picked at his scarce stolen candy.

The isle never got much in the way of candy, the most they got was during the month of Halloween that the parents of Auradon threw away early for some odd reason.

Though what candy the isle got was little, and the “good stuff” was still on Auradon.

And Harry had unfortunately gotten a bad pick of candy this year, nasty fruit ropes that tasted like death, molding “coconut” chocolate candy that was too mushy to really enjoy, and watermelon looking hard candy.

The best he got was little wrapped hard pieces of candy that looked like brown barrels that had a slight spice to them.

Harry dropped the piece of candy he was holding and sighed, starting to stand and getting ready to turn in for the night after the disappointing Halloween. “jus’ like last year” Harry mumbled, brushing off his horrifically made copy of his father's jacket, he paused, something rang across his ears. “wha’ was-“

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

“singing?” Harry quietly asked himself, turning towards where the voice was coming from. It seemed hypnotic or at least was supposed to be, but It had no grab to it as if it had lost its power.

But Harry's curious nature pushed him to seek the voice out. He snuck off his father's ship and followed the voice into the dark forest near pirates bay.

He ducked as he spotted an old slim woman, the one who was singing, waving her hands about and twirling.

“Winnie~” the woman stopped singing, spinning around and crossing her arms, and whining at a hidden figure “It's not working!”

“of course it's not you twit, the stupid barrier blocks our powers, we won't be getting any children tonight!” “wait!” a plump woman stepped into the mood light, her eyes glinting “I smell a child~”

“that’s just (y/n) you idiot!” the hidden figure scoffed, stepping next to the slim woman, and smacking her torso “keep your child inside sister, they will ruin our plans” “But we can use them to lure children! Maybe they can even lure a boy~”

“silence Sarah” the oldest woman scoffed, turning and walking back towards the rackety shack near a pond. “sistars!”

“coming Winnie!” the slim one called back, hiking up her dress and running after the oldest.

“But Winnie! The child!” the plump one moaned, turning her eyes right at Harry.

Harry held his breath and ducked behind a tree, freezing as he heard the woman sniff the air and continue to walk closer to his hiding spot. Wait…shit! he walked right into the Sander-

“Auntie! It's just me!” Harry's jaw dropped as a child, who seemed just around his age, popped up from behind the tree in front of him, a small smile on their face “sorry, but there's no other kids around”

The plump woman groaned and shook her head, stomping back into the shack. “little brat, fooling me”

The child watched until the door closed, slumping against the tree in relief as they looked at him “you shouldn't be here, you don’t wanna know what happens when my mom and aunts get their hands on kids” they walked over to him and pulled at the lapels of his jacket, the hood of their cloak falling as they did so.

They beamed at him “but im not gonna let anything happen to ya don’t worry……sorry I don’t know your name?” they tilted their head at him, their bright (e/c) eyes staring into his.

“H-Harry” Harry stuttered out, gasping as the child grabbed his hand and started pulling him the opposite way of the old shack the old woman were in.

“Nice ta meet ya Harry im (y/n)!” (y/n) chirped, flipping their hood back over their head and continuing to lead Harry out of the forest.

Moments later they reached the edge and (y/n) turned, grabbing Harry's arms, spinning around, and pushing him over the edge “now you have ta promise that you won't come back no matter what, and to never follow random singing” (y/n) pouted at harry, wiggling their finger in his face “it's too dangerous”

“I-um” Harry stuttered again, wringing his hands together before he stomped his foot “they aren’t even tha’ scary! I can take ‘em”

(y/n) just shook their head “doesn’t matter, they’ll eat you if they get the chance”

“e-eat me?!” Harry squeaked, taking a step back from (y/n) “wait aren’t yeh one of their kids- won't yeh eat me too?”

“no!” (y/n) shook their head defiantly, scowling at Harry “that’s just gross, eating kids, Id rather eat rotten candy” (y/n) crossed their arms and tilted their head at Harry “what you think all witches eat kids?”

“well, they-” Harry swallowed harshly “ur mums a Sanderson ain't she? She's known for tha’ “

(y/n)s shoulders dropped “well I’m not my mother” Harry felt slightly bad as (y/n) curled in on themselves, looking off.

“hey-i….thank yeh fer savin’ meh” (y/n) perked up, smiling at him.

“you’re welcome Harry, now DON’T got back into the forest on Halloween night ever again” (y/n) once more shook their finger in his face, pouting at him.

Harry nodded slowly, placing his hand on theirs and pushing their hand down “why Halloween night only?”

“because that’s when they think they are most powerful, and the only time they are brave enough to wander outside the shack….aunt Winnie makes me go out to get food and all that every other time” (y/n) explained, eyes turning to the sky and gasping.

“you have to get home! It won't be long before my aunt gets another idea to get kids, go go!” (y/n) pushed at Harry's shoulders, back towards pirate bay.

“Alright alright im goin’!” Harry yelled, shaking his head at the odd witch, he turned to start walking back towards his dad's ship when he stopped. He spun back around, watching (y/n) walk back into the forest. “wait!” (y/n) groaned and stopped, spinning around to look at him with raised brows.

“what” they snapped, glaring at him.

“will I ever see yeh again?” Harry asked, blinking in surprise as (y/n)s cheeks turned dark and they looked down at the forest floor.

“um-i-maybe…I have to go!” (y/n) turned and ran back into the forest to her home, leaving Harry at the forest edge.

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12 years later, on Halloween night, Harry sat in his temporary room at Evie's castle, sitting on his bed while Gil and Uma sorted through their first real batch of Halloween candy.

Most of it had been leftovers from Evie's trick or treaters, but Evie had made them chaperone Dizzy, Celia, and the twins for their first Halloween.

And the younger VKs had somehow roped them into Trick or treating with them, which luckily the people of Auradon were nice enough to ignore that they were technically too old to trick or treat.

Harry could recount Evie scoffing at the “Age limit”, saying that no one is too old to trick or treat.

“Gil hand me that orange one” Uma muttered, chewing on a Butterfinger.

“The Reese's?” Gil asked, holding up the flat packaging and handing it to Uma.

“yep, thanks…Harry you good?” Uma asked, noticing Harry staring out the window.

“hm?” Harry turned back to her, his eyes drooping “ah, sorry Uma, zoned out”

“well, it has been a tiring night….I'mma head in for tonight, night boys”

“night Uma” Harry and Gil called back in chorus, Gil leaving after Uma a moment later, leaving Harry alone in his room.

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

Harry perked up, he knew that song…..he definitely knew that song.

Though this time, the hypnotic power it had was present, taking hold of his mind and dragging him out of his room and out the door of Evie's castle.

Harry walked deeper into the forest surrounding Evie's castle, the voice becoming louder as he walked.

Suddenly he was grabbed, the cackling of three women echoing in his ears.

“oh, it’s a boy! Hes Handsome too~I want to play with him~!”

“later Sarah, first we must take him along with the others back to the cottage, he’ll be the first for your child, let them experience the dark art of Magic!”

“ohhh! Yes! Let em’ learn, let ‘em learn, let ‘em learn!”

Harry's vision went black, and he woke later in a chair, something invisible tying him down to it.

“wha’?” Harry muttered, pulling at his arm “where…shit” Harry tried to wriggle his wrist to draw the small switchblade in his jacket sleeve when the three Sanderson sisters walked in, holding two small children in their arms.

“ohhh hes awake!” the thin one, Sarah he guessed, gasped, clapping her hands together.

Harry let out a snarl and thrashed in his chair, the sisters gasped and reeled back. “nasty one isn’t he” the one with the odd lips, Winnie, muttered “perfect for our little imp isn’t he Mary”

“perfect Winnie” the plump one snickered, licking her lips as she separated from her sisters and dragged one of the children over a chair next to Harry, forcing the young girl down into it and snapping her fingers, silver rope wrapping around the girl's arms and legs and binding her to the chair “there we go!”

Sarah giggled and grabbed the boy she had by the scruff of his zombie costume and dragged him over to the chair on Harry's left, pushing him into the chair and binding him with the silver rope that turned invisible like Harrys.

“ohhhh (y/n)~” Harry perked up….he knew that name?

From the door on Harry's right, someone stepped out from the shadows, wearing a long dark pink jacket that tapered off at their waist, a corset type top with fishnet under top underneath it, ripped black jeans with scuffed brown boots, a belt with a pouch resting on their left hip that held two beakers resting on their left thigh.

“yes, aunt Winnie” the teen witch sighed, their hood hiding their face from Harry. Winnie grabbed an odd brown colored spell book with an eye on it and handed it to the hooded teen.

“here, finish the life potion while we go get more children, the…pirate boy is yours to do what you wish with” Winnie patted the teens head and turned “Sistars!” she stormed out of the cottage, the two witches running after their sister.

“coming Winnie!!”

The door slammed shut, the teen watching the door for a good minute before they sighed and dropped the book on the table to their right “thank hades” they tipped their head back, ruffling their (h/c) hair and blowing a raspberry “thought they’d never leave” they rushed over to a cabinet and ripped the doors open, rummaging through spices and herbs. “wormswart wormswart, where are you wormswart-ah-ha!”

They spun around, holding a jar of some sort of liquid and opening it, a hiss of silver mist rising from the bottle, they held the bottle delicately over the cauldron holding the boiling potion of life and poured a single drop of wormswart into the potion.

The potion turned a sickly brown, sputtering into the teen witches face. “ugh” they groaned, leaning back and wiping their face.

They grabbed a large spoon and mixed the potion, stirring until it turned back into a dark green. “there we go, now they can't use it” the teen muttered, looking up and locking eyes with Harry. “now to get you all out of here before they come back!”

With a wave of their hand, a silver pocket knife appeared, and they speed-walked over to Harry, cutting the invisible ropes at his hands. “im sorry about this, I tried to spell them to sleep until tomorrow at dawn but im not very good at potions other than ruining them”

“(y/n)?” Harry asked aloud, the teen stopped, slowly looking up at Harry, their still bright (e/c) eyes widening.

“Harry! What-“ they stood, leaning over Harry and shaking their finger in his face, “I told you not to follow the singing!”

Harry smirked at them and mocked bite their finger, (y/n) gasped and reeled back, pouting at him and smacking his chest. “jerk, im saving you from being eaten and yet you repay me like this?”

Harry chuckled and grabbed the knife from (y/n)s hand, cutting the rope from his legs “sorry love, couldn’t resist”

“l-love?” (y/n) stuttered, backing away from Harry and staring at him oddly.

Harry just looked at them, making their cheeks turn dark “you….you grew up” they muttered, looking away from Harry.

“heh” Harry chuckled, standing from the chair and looking to his right “we should probably get them outta here huh?”

“y-yeah” (y/n) stuttered, waving their hand and another silver knife appeared, walking over to the boy while Harry kneeled next to the girl and started to cut them free. “I’ll need to break the spell my mom put on them before we take them back, otherwise they’ll get their hands on them again.”

Harry nodded, picking up the girl dressed like a princess and setting her on his hip, her head resting in his neck.

(y/n) picked up the boy and walked over to harry, muttering a counterspell under their breath, and with a snap of their fingers, the two kids snapped out of their trance. The Girl leaning away from Harry and looking from him to (y/n), her eyes wide.

“where-whats” her lip wobbled, starting to cry a bit. the boy stared at Harry with wide eyes.

“you’re Harry Hook” the boy whispered in awe, squeaking a bit as (y/n) rearranged their grip on him.

“that's all dandy but we have to get you both back to your homes, the witches will be back soon and I need to be here when they are”

Harry nodded, pressing the girl's face back into his neck and following (y/n) out to the back door.

“come on, the main town is this way!”

=

Harry and (y/n) dropped the girl off, who told them her name of Sofia, and hurried her inside. “now don’t go after random singing on Halloween okay, it only leads to bad things” (y/n) warned them, handing the young girl a slip of paper with markings on it “as long as you have this, you will be protected from my mother's song” Sofia nodded, unsure but ran into her house, slamming the door behind her.

“alrigh’” Harry sighed, shifting Elijah in his arms and looked at the young boy “where do yeh live?”

Elijah pointed across the street and down a few houses “tha’ close huh?” Harry muttered, letting the boy down and watching him as he ran toward his home.

The boy stopped as (y/n) called his name, turning as they jogged over to him and handed him another piece of paper “thanks” Elijah squeaked, bolting into his house and slamming the door closed.

(y/n) sighed, rubbing their face in exhaustion “two down….however many kids to go” (y/n) rolled their neck and looked over at harry “now lets get you home too”

Harry stared at (y/n) as they walked up to him and held out their hands “I didn’t do this with the kids because I know they would freak but I can teleport us to where you live”

“yeh can teleport?” Harry asked, tilting his head as he stared at (y/n)s hands.

“yep, me, my mother, and my aunts each have a special power, my mom has a hypnotic singing voice, my aunt Mary can sniff out any kid from miles away, and my aunt Winnie can shoot lightning from her hands” Harry nodded slowly, grabbing onto (y/n)s hands.

“so what now?” Harry asked, watching as (f/c) smoke started to rise around him and (y/n)

“where do you live?” (y/n) chuckled, smiling at him.

“uh, im staying at Evie's castle right now”

“oh, I know where that is!” (y/n) cheered, the smoke swirling around them for a moment before it dissipated, revealing them now to be in front of Evie’s castle.

“cool” Harry muttered, not noticing (y/n) look down at their still intertwined hands and hurriedly ripped their hands away from him, Harry turned to (y/n), furrowing his brows as (y/n) looked around with wandering eyes “don’t go back” (y/n) whipped around to look at him with surprise.

“i-what?”

“don’t go back, stay here” Harry pleaded, grabbing onto (y/n)s shoulders “yer not happy there, and yer gonna waste away being their slave”

(y/n) just stared at him, sighing as they grabbed his hands and slowly took them off their shoulders “I…..I have to, to protect the kids”

Harry sighed, biting his lip in thought “okay….but!” (y/n) looked at harry, confusion swimming in their eyes “after tonight, come back here, im sure Evie would be happy to accommodate yeh, i’ll even ask for extra measure” (y/n) shook their head, looking over their shoulder back towards the witches cottage.

“…okay” (y/n) sighed, giggling as harry beamed at them and grabbed their shoulders in his excitement.

“Okay!?”

“okkayy! I'll come back tomorrow after my mom and aunts are asleep” Harry grinned at (y/n), chuckling as (y/n) smiled back.

“but….why do you want me to come back after tonight?” (y/n) asked, tilting their head at harry.

“because you saved meh from them 12 years ago…might as well return tha’ favor?” Harry smirked, snickering as (y/n)s cheeks darkened.

“well…I should get back now….see ya later?” (y/n) stepped away from Harry, (f/c) smoke rising around them. “see ya later” Harry confirmed, waving (y/n) goodbye as the smoke complexly enveloped them and they disappeared.

Harry sighed, cracking his neck and walking back inside Evie's castle, sneaking back up to his room and flopping on his bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep instantly from the crazy night.

=

Harry sighed in relief as the next morning, when Evie turned on the tv and the Auradon news came up, some breaking news came up about how the Sanderson sisters had been caught attempting their old antics with stealing the life force of children and had been arrested.

And the child of Sarah Sanderson had been confirmed secretly helping the children escaped, as claimed by the many children saved by the teen witch.

“aint (y/n) Sanderson that kid you met on the isle when you were like, 6? Harry?” Uma asked aloud, looking over her shoulder at Harry as he stuck another piece of pancakes in his mouth.

He swallowed and nodded, picking at his scrambled eggs “aye, and I….shoot, Evie I saw ‘em again last night, and might have told them if they wanted to they could come here?”

“that’s perfectly fine” Evie gushed, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron “I have plenty of room for them here, and-wait you saw them? How?”

“uhhh” Harry stalled, watching as Uma set her fork down and stared at him with raised brows.

“you did a stupid didn’t you?” Uma droned, leaning on her intertwined hands.

“uhhh, yes?” Harry winched, yelping as Uma sent a torrent of water at him “hey! I was bewitched! It wasn’t meh fault!” Harry pouted, crossing his arms.

Everyone went silent as Evie's front door got knocked on, Evie glanced at Harry and took off her apron, tossing it onto the counter and walking over to her door, slowly opening it and peeking around the door.

“oh! You must be (y/n)! Harry told us about you!”

“r-really? He did?” the teen muttered, gasping as Evie grabbed their wrist and dragged them in.

“yep! Now! Are you hungry?” Evie pushed them into the living room that doubled as a dining room that connected to the kitchen, (y/n) stared at all the vks, locking eyes with Harry.

“i-yes?”

“Great! I'll make you up a plate and you get acquainted with everyone!”

Evie clapped her hands and skipped back into the kitchen, giggling with Mal as (y/n) just stood awkwardly where Evie left her.

“yeh kept yer promise” Harry smiled, standing up and walking over to (y/n), putting his hands on his hips and leaning towards (y/n)

“uhh yep” (y/n) chuckled, rubbing their arm nervously “Im here?”

Harry chuckled at their awkwardness and grabbed their shoulder, shoving them into the middle of the room, in view of everyone “(y/n) this is everyone, everyone this is (y/n), they have saved my ass twice now”

“hi” (y/n) waved awkwardly, a small grin on their face. Uma stood from her seat at the island and walked over to (y/n), slowly circling her like a vulture. “ummm hi?”

Uma hummed, standing in front of (y/n), her eyes dark and revealing nothing….then she smiled, reaching out and patting (y/n)s shoulder “nice to meet you (y/n)”

(y/n) gave a small smile, “nice to meet you too….Uma? right?”

Uma nodded and nodded her head back at the island near the kitchen, where Evie was setting (y/n)s plate full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. “yep that’s me, and your foods ready”

(y/n) slowly walked over to their food, taking off their bag that was slung over their shoulder and setting it on the floor, hesitantly starting to eat the food Evie had given them.

Almost comically, their eyes widened and they started to scarf down the breakfast. Evie giggled and tapped on the counter, grabbing (y/n)s attention “apple or orange juice?”

“apple please” (y/n) spoke with a mouth full of food, blushing as Evie giggled once more and walked over to the fridge, grabbing the bottle.

She poured the drink and set it in front of (y/n) who gently took the cup and started to drink, turning towards the tv as it went back to the Sanderson sister's arrest.

*they will be stripped of their magic and be sent to the new high-security prison implemented on the isle of the doomed.*

“how many kids did yeh save (y/n)?” Harry asked, turning to look at the teen witch. (y/n) swallowed her mouthful of bacon and shrugged.

“around 20, including you and those two kids, my aunts and mom didn’t get far before the Auradon guard was called on ‘em”

“hm” Uma nodded in approval, smirking at harry “good job”

Harry smirked back, standing and sitting next to (y/n), watching as Dizzy changed the channel to Sunday cartoons

“so do yeh think you’ll stick around?” Harry whispered, (y/n) turned to him, and smiled.

“yeah I think I will” they whispered back, leaning back in their chair and watching the show “Powerpuff girls” as it played.

Harry smiled, happy to have finally repaid his debt to the witch who had saved him all those years ago.

And it was going to be fun to tease them since they went all dark whenever he simply looked at them.

-end-

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[hopalop]

hi ignore this im writing myself a writing to do list n trying to use the fact that its public to force myself to do it

finish at least one oneshot for ur bnha atla au. u can do it. u have all their backgrounds down n more of the plot points u just need to find the words. also pls make a list of all of the oneshots u have planned so far n order them <333

get a chapter up of ur todosibs running away au bc u have been writing abt it for over a year n still dont have a full chapter done n im tired of it

finish ur FUCKING billy hargove character exploration. again bitch this is taking too goddamn long u have like 10000 words n yet there is not a single finished scene

pls finish the first chapter of ur atla foster care au????? u were on a roll n did so well n then u just dropped it :(((

finish the one w the family photos. literally all u have written so far is the scene where rei wants to murder sho. that is IT. get it together pls

finish i hope you die (i hope we both die) it is literally a short oneshot n u already have 1000 words. get it done

also while were speaking of oneshots im gonna need to have a word w u abt ur cherry laner one. u have been working on that since like y11 i swear????? n u have less than 2000 words to show for it???

pls get at least a chapter written of ur remus story i miss writing abt hope lupin :((((( (ALSO do some more research abt welsh culture esp. in the 70s bc ur lacking on that front. also maybe write abt the yorkshire ripper at some point bc u have been thinking abt that so much n it was vvvv real for english women at the time so muggle girls would defo b talking abt it. its a chance to info dump take it)

OH MY GOD FINISH UR FUCKING TODOBAKU FAE AU I AM SICK OF IT SITTING IN MY DOCS

finish at least one chapter of anything in the ima loser baby series. at least one. thats another thing im sick of being in the docs n not progressing at all (also. do more research on like ghosts n mediums n stuff bc if u write this badly i will kill u)

write ur FUCKING polycule 1a fic. u have so many ideas. u figured out so many of the dynamics. why r u struggling w it sm dude???,,

write ur platonic maiko fic pls???? all u have is bullet points n i know ur dying to write abt feminism n the power dynamics of men n women in the atla universe n different classes

ur doing really well w ur random ideas that mean everything to u n nothing to everyone else doc!!!! that being said, try to focus on one au for a bit??? im giving u permission to put odette!todo but like a cat, the todobaku were not soulmates but i choose to love u anyway au, the character study of todoroki n asking for things, the pirate au, the everyone is in love w todo bc hes my son n i want him to b loved n bc i said so n bc hes pretty, the sokka, im not mad u like men im mad u like zuko!!!!!, the maiko punk florist n cottagecore tattoo artist au, the foster kid harry potter au, the herbalist!zuko au, the uraraka n todoroki confronting izu bc they think all might is a pedophile fic, the zuko and eyes fic n the 5+1 touch centric atla fic to the side for a bit until u have more ideas. also i ban u from starting any more bc. too many

however pls work on (from the random ideas that mean everything to u n nothing to anyone else doc) katara n her relationship w periods n her womanhood, the blind todo hogwarts au, the character study of todo n his weird assortment of skills, the reddie best friends brother one n the fuck!!!!! my blood!!!!! one (bc u havent even figured out what fandom to put it in but i wanna write abt cool “realistic” vampires)

[voidlitmoon]

The Question

(Actual fanfic posted May 10th, 2019)

Ok so I've had this idea for a few days as a random thought, but I thought earlier " ehh, it's good enough to write" so.... I wrote this from 10:51 pm to 12:30 am. I need to wake up at 5 aaahhHHHHH (who's yelling at me to sleep because it's 1:09?)

Anyways please enjoy this tiredly written student mystery that's given right away by the tags, tell me if I made a mistake anywhere, good night :)

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Words: 1,178

Summery: The Question

Without realizing it, theater teacher Mr. Prince, or Roman as he insisted, had The Question follow him for two and a half years. What was The Question?

WHY

WHAT

LGBT+

WHO

Ok that was four questions, but they all surrounded one thing

Roman's mysterious partner

1

WHY

 

The Question was something that changed throughout the two and a half years Mr. Prince, or Roman as he wished his students to call him, had so far worked at Marebelle Performing Arts High School. At first it was why. Why did he teach here, working as a drama teacher, instead of performing on Broadway?

The student who had asked one day during the end of the first year got the answer with a happy laugh from the dramatic teacher.

“It’s true, I’ve always wanted to be there, up on the big stage, but then who would teach you to follow your dreams there as well? A mediocre drama teacher who doesn't care and just wants pay? NO SIR! (he said while throwing his hands up, the student informed) I wish to teach the future, the ones that instead of me being up there, I get to know I’m the one who helped you get there! My love encouraged it, saying that if I could help now, the results later would make me brighter then any stage light!”

Now with their answer, the students sighed in relief knowing that this was a teacher who wanted to help, one who truly loved his subject. The first The Question was done, until a girl spoke up….

“Wait, theater isn’t the only love in his life?”

 

2

WHAT

 

The Question two was what? Confusion swept and sure, Roman was quite handsome (insert girls swooning for the first two weeks) but he had never spoke of a love before this. Summer started after that, leaving it to sink into all their already stressed brains.

The answer arrived when someone asked on the third day back, many kids blushing since they had all also wanted to bring it up, but had no courage whatsoever to ask something so personal, even with Roman being so open. He smiled so wide, looking off with unintentional dramaticness and eyes glazed over.

“Yes, yes he was so supportive with my dreams of teaching instead of my own high school dream of acting. I still act in smaller shows you know, and he’s always there, no matter the crowd….” he sighed not realizing that now, another question had appeared.

 

3

LGBT+

The Question three, one that made all those original girls swoon falter, was he gay? Sure, he gave off the vibe, but it was never right to assume. The students pondered over this for a good while before asking finally nearing the end of school again, pondering how to ask in a not rude way.

No matter the case though, Roman just shook his head with his bright, signature smirk as someone stuttered to ask.

“You are correct! But you see, I am pan, not just gay. My heart just lead me to my dream prince, not princess nor other royalty. We may clash immensely, but fit together so well.”

Later that week, he had a small pan flag necklace, the golden chain flashing in the light. He claimed that his boyfriend had got a matching gay flag one, his chain a shiny black.

Which brought up the last The Question.

4

WHO

 

Surprisingly, The Question who was not answered by a student asking. It was answered mid December by Roman himself. Roman was pacing on stage as a few students poked their heads into the theater room at lunch, wondering if they could ask a question (not a The Question) and watched him speak on the phone.

“I’m so sorry I know your writing but that’s WHY I asked you, your home. I know, I know, I just forgot the prop box on the table…. Yes I know you can scolded me to no ends tonight just can you bring it over please? Lunch is almost over” he seemed to perk up “yes! Yes 2:30 would be fine! No I swear V, I think my classes have been making conspiracy theories about you on anything I say.. Yes I’m surprised I don’t rant about you often either. No don’t whine at me! Argg VVVV. Alright see you soon. I love you darkling” he finished with a smile and quickly hung up a quiet echo of “ROMAN I SWEAR-” but the students didn't have time to focus on that. Because now they only had two hours to tell the entire class of the theater department that (now known initial) V was coming.

Roman’s love would be revealed.

Thank the Greek gods that they were THEATER kids. Because once it went out to one group, it spread like wildfire.

 

The Class of 2:30 as we will can them (fight me) watched as the clock ticked. Currently they were failing to practice their parts for A Christmas Carol, since one, they didn’t have certain props,

A figure entered the office box in hands, signing in as a guest and waving to his old attendant, before making his way through old halls to the theater room

And two

He walked towards the double doors, looking around as memories flashed into his eyes

He would be arriving any seco-

The doors opened swiftly “‘holy shit Ro, I swear this place has barely changed.”

Everyone’s head swerved to see a dark figure walking down the steps, box in hand while their mouths dropped. Roman perked up like no one had seen before, not even the time a student claimed and then sang as many Hamilton songs in the class time as the could, claiming they knew them all and in order.

“I mean I just looked into the courtyard where we shared our first kiss, by the way class, please blame him for me remembering, and it’s so fucked up. Like, aren't you guys always inside? Who the hell goes outside anymore? Not me” the figure smirked marching the last steps, placing the box on the stage and jumped up standing by Roman, one grinning mischievously, the other giddily.

“Everyone” Roman announced in his loud voice “this is my boyfriend, Virgil.”

The Virgil in question, or The Question still fit, was wearing a black purple patched jacket that hung of his skinny frame, a black shirt that said “I Joined the Black Parade” and black ripped skinny jeans. A shock of purple and black hair covered his head, making shadows over his heterochromic purple and green eyes, eye shadow lathered below. A black choker ran around his neck, the gay flag making an appearance. He raised his hand to brush the bangs from his eyes, showing black painted nails against pale skin, a small lightning cloud charm shining off a purple, black, and white weaved bracelet. Matching the red, gold, and white one Roman had, a crown dangling from his. A pair of black and neon purple wireless headphones laid on his neck. He was on the short side for an adult, with Roman being a bit taller than average. They were, as Roman said, complete opposites.

Virgil smirked as he turned to Roman, catching a kiss on the head. “I didn't interrupt anything now, did I Princey?”

[pctrss]

taylor hill, cis female, she/her. → look out, there’s INARA LAUDER. you know, the TWENTY ONE year old SISTER of KAPPA PHI NU. you know, i overheard someone say that they were IMPULSIVE, INCONSIDERATE, WITTY and FREE SPIRITED. but that’s just rumours. SILK DRESSES, FRESH BREWED COFFEE, AND THE SOUND OF A BUSTLING CITY come to mind when i think of them. what about you? [ bee, she/her, 22, gmt ]

HEY im bee im vvvv excited about this rp and I wanna plot with everyone

lil bg about inara:

inara is a drama/dramatics student from Paris. her parents are both French and both into the dramatic arts so naturally, inara grew up worshipping everything that has to do with drama/theatre as well

her parents didn’t exactly plan to have her and were still in university when she was born. all three of them lived together for her parents’ senior year until her mother decided that she was never meant for motherhood and moved to greece where she became a singer at a random resort. she fell in love with it and never went back to france

at that point, inara and her father did an upheaval and moved to nyc where her dad taught at university and inara finished the last two years of high school

inara was still more or less “in touch” with her mother but was pretty much raised by a single father. she and her father are the best of friends and she thinks the world of him. her mother, however, was never forgiven. the animosity between inara and her mother only grew over the years

enough about that and more about her personality!!

she’s known as the thespian Bec she’s super super melodramatic. she feels everything super intensely, the good and the bad

and she will not hesitate to let you know how she feels

sis never shuts up and will argue with anyone about anything

when she loves, she loves with her whole entire heart so the people she considers closest to her are placed on a very high platform

in contrast, her hatred also runs very deep. she literally never forgets anything, which brings out the spitefulness in her

she still has some maturing to do and is aware of that

idk what else to add Bec I’m still feeling her out but here are some plot ideas!!

plot ideas:

her first friend in college. basically the first person she clicked with and maybe they helped each other move in and whatnot

secret fwb. they keep it on the dl for whatever reason there might be but hc’s would be a lot of sneaking around, teasing texts, pure rawness, more sneaking around, etccc

hook up they both regret. maybe they had a pure distaste for one another but ended up hooking up one night and now it’s just bitterness over more bitterness

her partner in crime. the person who’s always causing mayhem and horror on the streets with

someone she butts heads with all the time for absolutely no reason. you name it, and they’ve probably argued about it

almost, might have been. inara and this boy are almost a thing but it never happens for some reason

affair. this person cheats/cheated on their gf with inara

unlikely friends. in any other universe, they wouldn’t be caught dead with each other but there’s something about this friendship that’s so easy

idk what else to add but im sure we can come up with more!!

[nicecarito]

Someone asked me if I could give tips for making characters and cuz I’m stupid , I erased the question by mistake :,VVVV

But I was preparing some sketches to explain it to you babe! i hope you are watching this!

It’s not hard to make Cuphead characters! They are mostly objects or animals so you have a lot of  options to pick!

For example! I took two random objects from my house

the first one!

My Mom’s flowers

you can watch them for a while, study the object and start to think about it... trivial stuff like - mmmh, they smell so good!”, or make you questions like “Flowers have many meanings... what meaning have this type of flower?” or “There’s many songs and dance about flowers, let’s check it out!”

Take your pen and start sketching

like the other day I was watching a super boring ballet dance but the outfits resemble to flowers so that wa smy idea to use that object! You  cna give a random backstory, that’s your decision!

The second one is

This thing that I don’t know what is but it’s for candles

there’s many candles in Cuphead fandom but let’s try something different. Use the shapes of the object, that can help you to create the body of your character, play with it

it’s not really hard! if you are having a mental block just play with your pen and paper, the ideas will come easily!